"No, that isn't my own name," he admitted.
"You are Jimmie Davis," Penny accused.
The boy stared. "How did you know?"
"From a photograph."
"You haven't told my father?" he demanded nervously.
"No, I've said nothing of it to anyone. But I think the only way out for you is to make a clean breast of everything."
"I mean to tell the truth if I ever get away from here alive."
"You'll testify against Brunner and Molberg?" Penny questioned eagerly.
"Yes, if we can manage to escape. The main door is guarded."
"I came in through a window," Penny told him. "Perhaps we can get out the same way."